
Anyone else remember the feeling of holding a fountain pen between your fingers? I still have clear memories of the moment I put away my coloured pencils (I was a Steiner child) in exchange for my first fountain pen, the … Continue reading
Anyone else remember the feeling of holding a fountain pen between your fingers? I still have clear memories of the moment I put away my coloured pencils (I was a Steiner child) in exchange for my first fountain pen, the … Continue reading
Let me begin by introducing you to our novella, The Waves, the Waves, and give you the low down on its beginnings and what it’s all about. Incidentally it started life as simply The Waves but a chance scan of our … Continue reading